"It's a simple question, woman. Who are you? Why are you here? Why are you kissing me? Why are you fussing over me? Did my parents hire you?" I threw the questions one after the other, knives to my heart.
"You're joking. Please tell me you are joking!" I said nervously, laughing while my hands shook. But I decided to indulge him. "I'm your wife. I am carrying your child."
He laughed coldly. "Wife? Baby? Am I in hell or heaven or in between? I can't tell… I haven't been there before.
"Maybe it's just the medication messing with your head. You did have head trauma after all?" That must be the explanation, isn't it?
"It just doesn't sound like my life. A wife? A baby? The last woman I remember having sex with is… he stopped.
"Let me guess, Gwen?"
"Yes! How did you know?"
"Because she is pregnant too. Almost popping!"